Tuesday, November 10
Isles of the Damned: Part 1f – The Isle of Undeath
“How did you get here, anyway?” Beldin asked Kham.
They were all concealed in the brush near one of the stone altars. Starlight illuminated their features.
Kham shrugged. “When I got knocked off the ship, I threw my folding boat and landed on it. I drifted for a while, unconscious. When I woke up, I followed you guys.”
“So you were the other ship we saw when we got sucked into the portal.” Sebastian was hunkered down, watching the altar intently.
“And the Kraken’s Claw was the third,” said Vlad. “Captain Baumann’s ship got sucked in as well, that’s how I ended up here.”
“I’m not sure I like this plan,” said Beldin. “And I definitely don’t like that Bell.”
Sebastian held the gold Leviathan Bell in his hands. It pulsed with dark energy. “According to von Grebel, Zoltan Zaska’s flying fortress will seek to rescue one of his many clones from the other island. The bell controls the zombies. So it’s simply a matter of ordering them to kidnap one of Zaska’s clones and bring him here. ”
“Then what?” asked Vlad.
“The fortress will attempt to rescue him. That’s when we board.”
“Sounds simple,” Kham said sarcastically. more
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